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EDITORIAL. RAGE! The Atlanta Georgian ™ e home PA f= E r
THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN
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When Will You Own Your
Own House?
How Olten Do You Plan About Getting Out Into the Coun
try. and Really LIVING, Instead of Existing in a City?
Copyright, 1913.
We advise readers to own a piece of ground, build a house
on it, and live on it.
Some have taken this advice, bought the WRONG piece of
ground, and regret it. Many have chosen the right spot and
are glad of it.
Even the most unfortunate selection, the least profitable
purchase, IS A GOOD AND PROFITABLE THING IN THE
LONG RUN. IF IT TAKES THE FAMILY FROM THE CITY
TO THE COUNTRY.
Buy some ground and OWN your own home.
Get away from paved streets and city dust and a life that
is bad for you and bad for your children.
Get out where you can see the sun in the daytime and the
stars at night, where your children can grow up, noticing the
change of the seasons, realizing that such things exist as Spring,
Summer, Autumn and Winter.
A man living in a city is nothing but a prisoner, free in
name.
You can buy land still very cheap. You can get enough for
a house and a small garden and a few chickens and some flow
ers, and you can have a house built with the aid of a building-
association or otherwise—and the whole thing in the end won’t
cost you as much as your rent costs now.
Be careful when you buy, and careful when you build.
Don't buy land now, unless YOU COULD LIVE ON THAT
LAND NOW
Get near a railroad or a good street car system. Don’t
grudge an hour in the morning or an hour in the afternoon if
necessary to take you from your house to your business and
back again.
’An hour in the morning and an hour in the afternoon can
well be spent thinking, reading and planning.
The man who can 1 1 use two hours of solitude each day
wisely is to be pitied
Be cautious, conservative, keep within your means, BUT
OWN YOUR OWN HOME IF YOU CAN.
And then work with others for the first big reform that
ought to come in this country, namely, ABSOLUTE FREE
DOM FROM TAXATION FOR THE HOME IN WHICH A
MAN RAISES HIS FAMILY-PROVIDING THE HOME
DOESN'T COST MORE THAN $5,000.
No man should be taxed on an economical residence in
in which he is rendering service to the state by bringing up his
children properly.
How Parents Spoil
Their Children
Copyright, 1913
This editorial is written in
response to the request of a
reader. He asks us to point
out the harm that parents do
by giving conflicting orders to
children.
Many thoughtless fathers and mothers bewilder their chil
dren and hinder their development in the way complained of.
In the system of laws which govern grown men the first
essential is UNITY of law. If laws should conflict, no man
would be expected to live or to develop properly under them.
The will and the instructions of the parents are the LAWS
which govern children.
The child is unfortunate whose parents are whimsical.
Still more unfortunate is the child whose father and mother dis
agree on important points—one saying You shall do that,”
another You shall not do that”—one ordering a certain thing,
the other forbidding it.
UNCLE TRUSTY!
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Writes on
Spiritual Spring
Many Exaggerate Their
Lesser Troubles of the
Past and Elevate Them
to the Space Reserved
for Sacred Sorrow.
Written For The A.tlanta Georgian
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Copyright, 1913, by American-Journal-Examiner.
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‘‘Boys. I’ve drawn a cartoon showing how Japan ivould like to dictate to us about our laws! You know. Woodrow seems to
be very anxious not to hurt the feelings of the Japs! We must take advantage of this and go and see him right away! We’ll
pull a line of talk like this: ‘We politefully beg honorable Woodrow to give honorable Trusts good chance to swipe pocket-
book of honorable Common People! When honorable Japs invade this country because this country not got navy for protect hon
orable Pacific Coast, then we call this country United States of Japan!’ This country gets Japan's honorable goat! Banzai!
Kliliu, those remarks of Marshall's about lawyers seem to grouch you! I suppose they remind you of the old times when you
defended Tweed! Ah, those were the happy days!”
College Trained Cooks Are Skilled Workers
Do Not Complain When They Ask You for Modern Tools
Therefore,
The idea of education is first of all to develop what is IN
the child, bringing out what is good in him, with as little op
pression and coercion as possible from without. The child should
be controlled mainly by making him feel personally the uncom
fortable results of a harmful action.
Nature corrects us grown children solely by making us suf
fer the consequences of our own deeds. Children should be cor
rected in the same way—not arbitrarily, not by threats, but
through their reason, their sense of justice, and their respect for
inevitable consequences.
Above all, the child should be made thoroughly to respect
laws and rules. There should be no such thing as conflict be
tween parents. A single order from a father contradicted by a
mother is enough to destroy all respect for parental authority.
On this subject we expect to write very often and very
fully at a future time. We carry out our reader's request to-day
in urging upon parents to be CONSISTENT by discussing and
settling differences of opinion among themselves, and never de
stroying the child s respect f«»* authority by conflicting orders.
By DOROTHY DIX.
A MONG tlie many things that
Kansas does’ well Is to
teach aspiring girls how to
become blue ribbon cooks. Re
cently a Kansas woman engaged
one of the graduates of the do
mestic science course to do culi
nary stunts in her kitchen, and
thereby congratulated herself too
soon.
For said the new cook:
"1 can't make pastry without a
marble slab.
“ I must have a spatula.
"Also an oven thermometer,
some good scales, a bread mixer,
rotary eream whip, a glass rolling
pin and an egg separator."
The graduate is now looking
for another situation.
This story is making the rounds
or the funny columns of the
newspapers, and is supposed to
be side spllttingly humorous.
By why? Where does the joke
come In? Why is it to laugh?
The expert cook was simply de
manding the tools of Her trade,
the tools she must have if she did
good work. Nobody would see
anything amusing In a carpenter
demanding a hammer, and a saw,
and a plane, and rule if he were
starting to build a house. Nobody
would laugh if a plumber asked
for a soldering Iron, and a wrench
when he went to fix a pipe. No
body smiles if a painter calls for
various sizes and kinds of brushes
when he fares forth to paint a
barn.
Cooking Is a Fine Art.
Why then Is it so ridiculous for
a cook to demand the proper in
struments with which to execute
her art? Certainly no one will
deny that cooking is a fine art.
and an exact science, to hoot, and
the reason we have so much bad
cooking is because the average
cook is forced to work without
the proper tools. She is in the
fix that a carpenter would be if
he hammered in bis nails with a
brick, and whittled off the end
of a board with bis jack knife, or
the plumber who had to cut his
pipe in two with a pair of scis
sors. or of the painter who daubed
on his paint with a rag.
poking school graduates
seem laughably absurd
to the average reader, yet a dis
passionate consideration of them
will show they are absolute nec
essities to turning out good work.
Why are millions of pounds of
meat sent to tli i table burnt to a
se too raw to eat?
lse the cook had no
neter. or didn't know
that has r : a good pair of scales
in it; yet by weighing her pur
chases is Hie only way that the
housewife can keep lab on the
tradesman with whom she deals
and find out Whether she is being
cheated or not. Moreover, the
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DOROTHY DIX
recipe for every cake, and pm.
and pudding is a nicely balanced
chemical formula where the re
sult depends upon tlm propor
tions i eing kep* accurate. To do
this a good pair of scales is in
dispensable, an: where one is ac-
curatob used the way the bak
ing turns out is not a matter
of luck, it's predestined suc
cess.
As for the other utensils de
manded by the scientific cook
they are mere labor saving de
vices that enable her to do swift
ly and easilj tasks that would
otherwise be 'edious and tire
some.
That we sho.Pcl find anything to
laugh about in the cook wanting
her proper tools merely shows
that we are ignorant, blundering
fools, still sunk fathoms deep in
the slough of ancient supersti
tions that make us think that
anything is .n od enough for a
woman to work with, and that it
doesn't make : ny difference about
saving time or iabet For there
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The Kansas woman was horri
fied at tlie thought of installing a
few modern labor saving devices
in her kitchen that would enable
the work to be scientifically done,
instead of in a hit-or-miss way.
Her husband would doubtless
have thrown a tit had she pre
sented to him the list of tools that
tlie new cook wanted.
If Men Had to Cook.
Yet you may be very sure that
that same man has the latest
model of self-binders and reap
ers anti ploughs on his place if
lie’s a farmer; or if he is a bank
er that he lias patent adding ma
chines; or if he is a merchant
| that h • has installed the swift
est and most perfect automatic
bundle carriers on the market, or
if he is a manufacturer that he
has the finest high geared ma
chinery that money will buy. He
doesn't let bis employees bungle
along with out-of-date tools.
The criticism frequently made
that women show their lack of in
telligence and executive ability by
the fact that there has been less
improvement in the domestic art
than any other, and that while
men have progressed from plow
ing with a crooked ptick of wood
to the automobile plow, women
are practically keeping house just
like their grandmothers did a cen
tury ago.
It is true that the woman’s
kitchen hasn’t kept pace with the
man’s factory, and that women
still use archaic methods and tools
in their work, but it is to be re
membered that it is man who car
ried the purse, and that when any
labor-saving device was to be
bought he bought it for h ini Pelf,
and not for his wife.
If men had to do the cooking,
and washing, and sewing, them
selves, there would be a tireless
. cooker, and a washing machine,
and electric ironfc, and a motor on
the sewing machine in every
house in the land. But women
haven’t the money to buy these
things i^Muselves. and when they
ask their husbands for them, the
husbands reply that their moth
ers didn't need any such con
trivances, and that they don’t be
lieve in new-fangled ideas, any
way.
The advent of the college bred
cook with her demand for the
proper tools of her trade marks
the beginning of a new era in
domestic life. It lakes housework
out of the despised class of menial
labor and makes of it a fine art,
and it shows how pitiful has been
tlie waste of woman’s toil through
all the years because she lacked
the conveniences that would have
lightened her labor.
Will Be Modern Housekeeper.
Those who wish to laugh at the
scientific cook’s demand for the
proper instruments for her art
had better laugh quickly, for the
day is almost upon us when every
woman will see that her kitchen
is as thoroughly equipped for effi
cient work as her husband’s store
or factory is. And then a woman
won’t have to work from sun to
•°un, but by the aid of vacuum
cleaners, and electric ranges, and
silver polishers, and so on. she can
do the labor for her family and
still have time to belong to
Browning circles, and attend
classes for exercise.
I N a very beautiful sonnet, Mrs.
C. E. Whiton-Stone verses
sorrow in the spring of the
year. I give the sonnet in full
below:
O jonquils, tlaming prophets of
spring.
They have upreached to bloom,
the second ttene
Since my beloved died, ye come
sublime
With resurrection earth transfig
uring.
As if ye strove in some sweet way
to bring
A breath of healing from his
deathless clime!
A hint of hope to which my soul
might ding—
And yet I can not welcome, for
ye drew
From light of suns he could not *
see, your gold.
And faithless, ye peem waiting
but to strew
Your heart’s dead petals where
ye break the mold.
What, with your vaunted hope,
have 1 to do?
Not a ?>e\v spring I covet—but the
old.
T HIS is exquisite verse, and it
was written from a full
heart, as Mrs. Whiton-
Stone had met with irreparable
earthly loss, the loss of a perfect
mate.
Last Line of Poem a Text.
But 1 am using the last line of
this poem as a text for a little
sermon. to many women 1 know
who have not met with such a
loss, yet who go about the world
forever seeking. “not a new
spring, but the old.”
And many of the* 1 old springs
contained no happiness at the
time of their blossoming for the
women who regret them.
There was one woman of my
acquaintance who for year? wore
the cross of a suicidally insane fa
ther. Afot alone suicidal, but
murderous, he was closely eon-
lined in u retreat for the in.sane;
the daughter felt herself a mar
tyr. chosen by an unkind fate, to
bear such a sorrow, and. not pos
sessing much of this* world’s
goods, she was obliged to toil and
earn money to support her unfor
tunate parent.
Yet. when kind death at last
set the sad soul free, the daugh
ter went about in heavy crape,
and her whole deportment said,
"Not a new spring, but the old.”
Though a believer in immortality,
she was constantly bemoaning
the "loss” of her "dear father.”
There was another woman who
kept her friends in tears over her
unhappy life with a drinking hus
band for years.
Not only did.he drink to excess,
but he gambled away all his earn
ings and finally died of a linger
ing illness, leaving his wife to
support herself as best she might.
This she does successfully, but
her cry is forever now. "Not a
new' spring I covet, but the old."
Unquestionably her memory
goes back to the days of her
honeymoon and the hours of hap
piness she enjoyed befujre the
drink demon dispossessed the
man and lover.
It is that early, lost happiness
she regrets, but the friends who
recollect the years of misery she
endured (not silently! with the .
obsessed gambler and drunkard
can not sympathize with her lam
entations Tor the days gone.
Time To Be Beautiful.
I know a woman who is always
crying for the past, yet in all the
many years of my acquaintance
with her she has never enjoyed a
PRESENT TIME.
Time to be beautiful in her
eyes must always be regarded
over her shoulder.
There are hearts which have
been wrenched bjgeartliquakc sor
rows, and for a time at least are
incapable of any emotion but re
gret for what is gone.
This talk is not intended as re
proach for such mourners.
It is my privilege to personally
know the author of the poem
quoted above, and I know that she
has suffered a great loss, yet she
seeks for every sunbeam she can
find to lighten her shadowed way,
and site lapks forward to a re
union in realms of Spiritual
spring, she voices her sorrow for
the earthly spring of companion
ship which is first to her. For
real grief, for real loss, 1 have
every sympathy, but because there
is so much real loss in the world
it seems little short of sinful to
exaggerate lesser troubles and
elevate them to the place re
served for sacred sorrow.
And it seems as dangerous as it
is wicked.
I would be afraid to spoil ohe
hour of this woderful life by re
gretting any season which I had
not at the time declared to be
happy and blessed and beautiful.
Be Careful About Waste.
1 believe our Unseen Friends
are displeased by such utter lack
of trust* and reason on the part
of mortals, and the heart which
v^l not find happiness in any
time, or possession, until it is gone
will have to be disciplined by new
and greater sorrows until it
learns the great lessons of res
ignation and submission.
Be cafeful when, how and for
what you waste time and vitality
in grief.
Get each one of us be careful,
how we ignore the blessings of
the now.
Home, Sweet Home
By REV. THOMAS B. GREGORY.
PERTINENT PARAGRAPHS
The man who told the judge in
a non-support case that ho played
fioker to cure heart disease is in a
class all by himself.
It is better not to let another
handle your money unless von
have a string on the man or the
money.
Some persons are so mean that
they will not even say that they
are sorry for the man out of a
job.
Economy is sure to promote the
happiness of your heirs, even if
you are occasionally hungry.
If your talents gain no recog
nition otherwise, it is useless for
you to yell about them.
Do not strike a man who is
down. It is more effective to land
mm him with both feet
kinds
d
i"
thought produce something that
resembles indigestion.
Human nature that is tainted
by hog nature seems to be about
the same everywhere.
The brand of good luck enjoy
ed by our neighbor always looks
superior to our own.
It is sometimes dangerous to
tell the truth if you can not
prove it in court.
The flavor of the food is height
ened by the distance between
meals.
It is easier to hit a man for a
loan than to have him fall for it.
Handsome woman and happy
home do not always go together*
It is not o wise man who is
fooled twice by the same liar.
T nippiness of the fat man is
teionalK superficial.
J OHN HOWARD PAYNE, au
thor of “Home, Sweet Home,”
the dearest song that man
ever wrote, died in far-away Af
rica sixty-one years ago—April
10. 1852.
Payne was born in New York
City, June 9, 1792. From the start
he wap extraordinarily precocious,
and at an age when most boys are
thinking of nothing but living
kites, playing marbles and sailing
miniature boats Payne was writ
ing ’no mean stuff for the news
papers.
Nature was at one and the same
time very good and very unkind
to Payne. His endowment in
cluded a fine and handsome phy
sique. It has been said of him
that "a more extraordinary mix
ture of softness and intelligence
were never associated in a human
countenance.” His heart was as
tender as a little child’s, at the
same time that his head was as
clear as a seraph’s. But in the
meantime, as if to offset these
beautiful gift?:'. Nature denied him
the gift of fixity of purpose. In
the course of his not over-long
life Payne tried a great many
callings and failed at all of them.
Journalist, actor, diplomat, dram
atist, he achieved tame in no one
of them, and, but for what may
be tailed an accident, or random
fancy, his name would have per
ished with his earthly days.
It was while Payne was living
in London and Paris writing
plays, chiefly adaptations from
the French, that he did the thing
that was to make his name im
perishable. While writing, or
rather rewriting, "‘’lari: or tin
Maid «•!' Milan." ho felt that it
would add to the popularity of the
piece to put into it a new song. s.»
: !• w no e Flom*. Sw •••■t Home,'
which, adapted to an old Sicilian
air. was to capture the human
heart for all coming time.
Nobody nowadays knows any
thing about Payne’s journalistic
work or his doings as a diplomat
ist. or his dramas and operas; but
the whole world has sung, and
still pings. and will always sing
his song of “Home, Sweet Home.
While humanity endures that
song will endure along with it. G
cannot parish until affection die 0
out of the human heart and menu
ory feels no thrill at the sound
of mother’s name.
Strange as it may seenv. liie
man whose song has made mil
lions love their homes as the'
might never have been able t
love them without the song', no'er
had a home of his own. His par
ents died when he was a little boy
' and for the rest of his life he wa?
a wanderer upon the earth.
Appointed Consul f at Tunis.
Africa, close by the site of an
cient Carthage, the home of
great Hannibal and long-time ad
versary of “Almighty Rome.
Payne died at his post. April
1852. in his sixtieth year
Thirty* years later Paynes
ashes were brought to Washing
ton, where, in the midst of $
mighty multitude or his eoiuhr?-
men, and with every mark of gen
uine affection, they were com
mitted to the kindly keeping
his native earth. While his du
earth,
being laid away,
thou
sand voices and instruments ■ ' ■
caused to blend in the immorm,
song of "Home. Sweet Honm
and it certainly i • not wron-
hope that the spirit of that • '
ice still hovers about tin - u - "
<apil>.. and still hallows
i-io ights and purposes 1
who make the nation's ;